I really have to get out more, it is time to build a network of artists in this area. I have worked in isolation since moving to Broad Brook from ArtSpace Hartford. I miss the collaboration, the spur-of-the-moment critique~ and political and philosophical debate. Music drifted or slammed into the hallways and we traded work for theater tickets, or simply dropped a friend's name at the door, hoping for a seat.
Perfectionism has transformed the studio into a spider hole. Cassandra (kitty) is vocal about how much time I am spending here so I have brought some kitty toys in. This morning she crept behind a stack of canvases and meowed, then ran down the hall at full gallop to flop down on the rug. Then she walked over to her box of toys and just stared at them, hoping a person would animate them. How could I resist?
Enough. I am working with one eye closed again. No rest for the wicked.
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